- But are you sure? - I had to be sure.

Jackob and I have been at the Cullen's for two hours.

- We noticed these changes not long ago... ...a week ago, it all started... ...on Edward's birthday. - Wait... ...how old is he? I suddenly interrupted Esme. If I have calculated correctly, then...

- 17... ...we have one more year left... so long, but so short - she looked at her husband with sadness.

So this was the mission... That's why my father sent us here... but if there is still a year left until this whole "adulthood", why should we be here? What are we supposed to do? It is said in the prophecy that the "chosen one" can... ...only kill... No... it is impossible...

- Bella? Bella?! - Jake brutally pulled me out of my mind and brought me back to reality. I looked him in the face: We're packing our bags and...

- Listen, Esme... I'm gonna try and think about it... and find out how to save your son - I looked at them with sadness.

I smiled at them and we left. I didn't say anything all the way, I was in my mind. Luckily, Jake understood that and did not talk about anything. I didn't even get a chance to talk about it when we were at home.

- Isabella... - he bit his tongue in a good time and did not call me Isabella Volturi... Eh... I hated that term. It always reminded me of... AAA! Again

- Since when do you show such affection? Has something changed? - He smiled like a crazy as if he wasn't even interested in the fact that this boy...

- Noy yourr business! - It came out louder than I expected. Jackob made an offended face. I couldn't stand it and flew out the window.

Yes, the window was closed.